I keep the house clean. Simple enough. While some may have called it househusband's work, I do not consider myself a 'househusband'; perhaps I'm just playing semantics.

"You're so stoopid!" Gilea cackles like a madwoman when she streams. A boisterous laugh that nearly shakes the house with every hiccup and guffaw; my 'little' wife. Plenty of streamers use costumes or avatars to conceal their identity or appeal to the fantasies of their viewer base. They disguise themselves as mythical creatures. Not Gilea.

"Darn headphones," she pouts like an imp, pausing whatever game she's playing to reaffix the headphones atop her head; the cumbersome, curled horns of hers don't seem to help.

Gilea isn't pretending to be a dragon, she is one; another booming giggle. It still surprises me how such a small woman can produce so much noise. She's only about five feet tall and barely weighs more than a hundred pounds and a pair of coiled, golden horns the only marker of her draconic blood.; it'd been years since she'd taken on her colossal, true dragon form. Gilea's thick black hair drapes in waves from beneath the hooded sweatshirts she typically wears.

Between my housekeeping duties I occasionally peek into her 'studio', a small room we have set aside for her gaming/streaming, and watch as she works.

"Hey! What are you doing?" My tone is sharp but not too serious.

She pauses her game to turn around and face me. "Just making sure these cables are secure."

"Yeah, yeah..." I wave her off and return to my cleaning.

My wife, Gilea, has been streaming on Twitch for almost two years now. She started out as a cosplayer, but eventually decided to give video games a shot; both have been lucrative for her. Gilea's role as the breadwinner of our household was probably the most mundane thing about our marriage. The union was arranged by her parents, a lovely couple of the most frightening creatures I'd ever seen; dragons the size of mountains. They were also the kindest people I've met in my life.

With cleaning wrapped up, I stop by again to see what my little dragoness is up to. "Hi honey!" Gilea beams at me as if she's caught sight of some long lost relative. "Did you miss me?"

Her question is rhetorical. Of course I missed her. She's always on my mind. As far as I know, she hasn't left this house since our wedding day. She's a firecracker, Gilea, but something of an agoraphobe.

"I did. Are you having fun?" I ask her.

"I am now! Do you want to join me?"

Gilea's eyes twinkle as she looks up at me. I'm no match for her smile.

"Aren't you streaming? I don't want to interrupt, or worse, make you lose viewers; they don't wanna see your plain ol' husband."

"No worries," crimson eyes sparkle with excitement, "I kinda need you for this one..."

I follow her gaze to the monitor; a screen filled with the familiar logo of OnlyFans.

My heart races. Is she going to stream...?

"Oh yes! That's what I wanted to talk about!" Gilea giggles again.

My pulse quickens.

"It's been ages since we tried out something new, and I had this idea..."

The words tumble from her lips, a torrent of unbridled enthusiasm, "Why don't we get a little spicy tonight? It's a perfect fit for us, you know? You're good at it too, ain't ya?"

I feel my mouth drop open.

"Come on! We could rake in the big bucks! You know I got a bunch of suckers that throw mega bucks like it's nothin! Plus," she waggles her eyebrows, "you never know who might show up to watch us."

"I...I'm not sure I'm ready for that..."

"Don't worry about it, silly!" Gilea giggles again, a genuine laugh. "We'll just be naughty, you and I, and then you can come back to your normal self afterwards. I promise." There was that pesky grin of hers, a single fang slipping past her lip as she bit it coyly; Gilea wanted to stream our first bout of adult content, now.

The prospect of making love and streaming it always seemed a bit taboo, but could I really deny the excitement of it? Plus, to know that Gilea could only see herself on OnlyFans with my involvement is...well, priceless.